Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“Salute your partner, swing—your partner.” Mrs. Wopp who had expected “Swing on the corner,” had seized the unfortunate Mr. Wopp and in spite of his struggles was spinning him violently around, while their respective partners stood and looked helplessly on. “I don’t give two whoops ef he does,” Betty was bubbling with suppressed mirth. The gentle words, the tender touch, the comfort and hope in her words, unlocked his lips and he told what he had thought to keep forever untold..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
That fret the clouds are messengers of day."I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
To make personal remarks, we all know, is essentially vulgar, is indeed a breach of the commonest show of good breeding; yet somehow Mrs. Geoffrey's tone does not touch on vulgarity, does not even belong to the outermost skirts of ill-breeding. She has an inborn gentleness of her own, that carries her safely over all social difficulties.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
“Sure!” Billy assented, heartily. “I take it back about old Sir Thomas; I guess they’re equal partners, after all.” Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster. Miss Gordon complied, then followed the old favorite with a two-step played in as sprightly a manner as the organ would allow. “Me neither,” George endorsed..
298 people found this
review helpful